“Not yet, babe,” I said. “You’re overdressed for this party.”
“I’m not here for the party,” she said. “I’m here for you.”
“Of course you are,” I said.
I slipped my hand into hers and walked her into Jay’s house.
The upstairs was for sleepovers. For anything that could have been something more serious. The basement was for the Line Whores. If you were lucky you could spend the night, but when the morning came it was either Toby or the cleaning people kicking your ass out.
In a bedroom laced with black silk and walls covered in the success of Filthy Line albums, my new found beauty slowly fell to her knees.
She touched my jeans and I stopped her.
“Head back, babe,” I whispered. “Open wide.”
She did as I told her and I slowly poured the whiskey from the bottle onto her tongue, making her shiver as though she was cold.
She gasped when I kept pouring.
She tried to keep up but soon had whiskey running down her chin dripping to her chest.
I stopped pouring the whiskey and fell to one knee before her. I grabbed her chin and curled my lip.
I don’t want to know your fucking name. I don’t want to know a thing about you. Anything I care about I’ll find out for myself with my eyes, my hands, and my cock.
I slammed my lips to hers.
My tongue tasted whiskey and a willing tongue.
The kiss lasted a few seconds before I stood up.
I opened my jeans and felt her sloppy tongue on my dick.
I took another big gulp of the whiskey and shut my eyes.
Fucking Olivia.
Untouchable?
Nobody was untouchable.
And if there was something I wanted, I’d fucking get it.
Or…
Maybe…
Just maybe…
I’d take my time with Olivia.
I could make her break the rules… taste the sweet innocence of her tears as she wondered what was regret and what was need.
I sucked in a breath and let out a groan.
“You like that, baby?” the Line Whore asked me.
I looked down. “Keep your mouth full.”
She did as she was told.
And Olivia would do the same soon enough.
I put my foot up against the side of the bus.
“They are gonna kill you, Nash,” Bill said as he blew smoke from his mouth.
He smoked the cheapest and smelliest cigarettes he could find.
I tried to get him to switch to something better but he refused. He said it reminded him of his deceased wife. I guess that was love.
Something I had no fucks to give about.
My little adventure from last night was probably getting her ass a ride home right now to ice her jaw and touch herself, knowing every guy she’d fuck from here on out would be a downhill slide compared to what I did to her last night.
“I’ll keep your name clear of this,” I said.
“I know that,” Bill said with a laugh. “Unless they tell me to drive.”
“I’ll stand in front of the bus.”
“Then you’ll be a pancake, Nash.”
I laughed. “Did you bring syrup?”
“Yeah. In my fucking duffle bag.”
“You’re too much, Bill,” I said.
“You’ve got company,” he said.
I saw Dex and Toby coming toward me.
Bill flicked his cigarette across the parking lot and went back on the tour bus.
I crossed my arms and saw the look on Dex’s face.
He was pissed at me but he had a knowing grin that said he’d do the same thing.
Toby waved his arms like an air traffic controller, ready to explode.
“You’re going to be late,” he yelled. “You were supposed to be on the road an hour ago. We have a set schedule. We have an itinerary!”
Toby waved papers in my face.
I ripped them out of his hands and ripped them in half.
“Go get her,” I said.
“Nash…”
“I feel like doing some crazy shit,” I said. “And she needs to be there to make sure I don’t look bad.”
“She wasn’t there for your pirate escapade,” Toby said.
“But this time she will be,” I said.
“I already called her,” Toby said.
“Good. When she gets here, we’ll leave.”
“Nash. She’s not coming.”
I laughed. “Then I guess we’re done touring. Pack up the shit and head to the studio. Tell SLECK RECORDS we’re going to the studio right now.”
“You have a commitment,” Toby said. “You can’t just cancel shows.”
“Watch me,” I said.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Dex said.
“I’m just looking out for the band,” I said. I lifted my sunglasses and stared down at Toby. “I mean…it’s all about the band, right? About the new contract, right? So you can get a piece for yourself?”
“Or is it you looking for a piece just for yourself?” Dex asked.
“Olivia?” Toby asked. “She’s off limits. Jesus Christ, Nash…”
“I didn’t say a thing,” I said.
A horn beeped and I smiled as a black limo pulled into the parking lot.
“What the hell is this?” Toby asked.
“My ride,” I said. “I’m going home.”
“Nash,” he growled.
I walked to the limo and opened the back door. I looked over my shoulder. “Or we could go pick someone up.”
Toby rubbed his jaw.
Dex grabbed Toby’s shoulder. “You know Jay, Reed, and Sab are probably halfway to the moon by now on the bus. Stage crew left a long time ago. Tickets are sold. Merch is being set up. The Line Whores are already lined up waiting to see us…”
Toby shook Dex away. “Dex, get on the goddamn tour bus. Tell Bill to start driving.”
“A show without me?” I asked.
“You’ll be there,” Toby said. “And so will Olivia.”
I opened the door and climbed out of the limo.
Oliva looked right at me and shook her head. “No.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand that word, babe,” I said.
“First time for everything. No.”
“If you don’t get into this limo then I’m cancelling the rest of the shows for Filthy Line. That’ll set off a chain reaction of events that will end up with your old man losing a big deal with the band and you taking the heat for it.”
“A simple hello would have been a nice start too,” she said.
“You started it. I don’t like the word no.”
“Thought you just said you didn’t know what it meant.”
“Are we going to keep wasting time?”
“I’ve got nowhere to be, Nash,” she said.
She folded her arms and they were tucked nicely under her breasts.
“Yet you packed some bags,” I said.
“Toby said he needed me for a special event.”
I laughed. “He has a way with words to get what he wants. See, he just plays games. Typical shithead business person.” I walked up the old concrete steps until I was one step lower than Olivia. “Me? I just do and say what I want.”